In rush hour, on my way to work:
- a guy at the next seat calmly wrapped fistful of marijuana in a thorn piece of paper towel and stuck it under his tongue
- movie trailers lined up along 6th avenue – nothing unusual, this is NY, baby – but the signs on 2 doors were. One said “Lucy”, another – “Desi”. I turned the corner to 21st St and saw a crew preparing for a scene; VIP chairs had a tag on the backs: Law & Order. That must be the longest-running con in history of TV.
In the office, on a conf call w/ production guys in Mexico+ expediter in NY+ client in the UK + engineers in Arizona I was asked to send the permit drawing set to Landlord’s own architect for review – who turned out to be my boss from 2006, a one of two partners of a firm that’s not in business anymore and who now not in NYC.
- on a bus back home a woman preparing to get off at a stop struck a conversation with the driver…and talked..and talked…and the whole bus waited and nobody, not one, said even a word!
